Ed Kuepper Ill Wind
Send an ill wind make it real
Not unlike the broken seal
And you might bury me poor
Pauper's graves have their appeal
Well it's such unsound advice
Which you gave like Vincent Price
It's the pit's sweet pendulum
Those were days remember them
Send an ill wind make it real
Such a lovely clear eyed feel
Send an ill wind make it real
Such a lovely clear eyed feel
And the next thing I need more
I want all that's in the store
Time for truth it's time to try
For the times they tend to try
As for you unearthly child
You just did not make B grade
And you did not like the trade
Send an ill wind make it real
Such a lovely clear eyed feel
Send an ill wind make it real
Such a lovely clear eyed feel
